Caravan Retrieval; B Rank Mission

[Miku]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-top: 7px solid #eee; border-bottom: 7px solid #eee;, bTable; ][atrb=style, padding: -5px; height: 400px;][style=font: 10px Tahoma; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; width: 300px; color: #5E5E5E; margin-top:-10px; ]The Land of Rice proved to be the same, unchanged since the last time she had traveled here. Miku Arechi stared forward at the horizon, a small campsite set up behind her. The last three days of travel were uneventful, her squad moving at a slow but consistent rate. She stretched, viewing the last brief moments of sunlight dwindle away. Her two genin were either resting in their tents or gathered around the shabby campfire. She couldn't blame them for being tired, Miku had pushed them and restricted breaks. It would prepare them later on, but they would hate it now. After all, Miku can recall a time when a walk from Noko to Kusa was like murder. Tucking her hands in her pockets, she turns around and walks back to the campsite, removing a small map from her bag. Sitting herself down on the cold ground, she unravels the parchment and traces her finger across the crisp images. Her fingers circled around a point, right in the middle of the Land of Rice. That was the last place the caravan was spotted. They still had awhile to go, but there wasn't too much of a rush. They had made excellent time getting here. She could allow the genin time to themselves. Her eyes drifted up, staring into the fire intently. Her mind was a blur of thoughts and plans as to how to approach this mission. While her genin showed skill, they still weren't ready for the challenges a B-Rank could present. They would need to be monitored and protected. She closed her eyes, both legs crossed. She made her breaths slow and shallow, calming her nerves and tense muscles. Rolling her shoulders back, there was two soft pops, and her body seemed to relax completely. Her two genin had been resting all day. She had allowed them to take this day off and sleep the day away. Of course, that was because she was going to depart at the break of night. It would make good cover and hide them from enemies. From the last town Miku had passed through, she had learned that a small group of rogues had hidden themselves in a cave not too far from their location. They would be their first target. Hopefully, the caravan was being held hostage there. If not, she had to hope that one of the members would have information to direct them to where the caravan could be. Silently, she feels chills go down her spine as the air grows crisp and cool. This little meditation was the closest she came to sleep on a mission. While it wasn't as efficient as actual sleep, it held her over. It also kept her mind sharp and delayed the exhaustion that would hit her once she returned to Noko. She hadn't slept in the three days that took to get here. Surely her genin took note of that, but that wouldn't matter. They would understand her methods soon enough. At the sound of a tent flap being zipped down, one of her eyes opened. [/style]

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[Ketsu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]DO YOU FEEL LUCKY?[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]OR DO YOU FEEL SCARED?[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]TAKE WHAT LUCK BRINGS[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]AND THE DEVIL MAY CARE[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646][/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]BUT YOU'RE DOWN ON YOUR LUCK[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 425px; overflow: auto;]The past three days had been a little rough, but surprisingly enough the youngest of the team wasn't all too phased by it. He was used to hiking for days on end, specifically for when he'd have to do exactly this and travel between villages in as short a time as possible. He couldn't say the same for his Genin teammate Hideaki Aoba, but he tried not to pay too much attention to him during their walks. If he was phased and exhausted, there was a high probability that Ketsu would subconsciously realize he should be exhausted too and therefore make him feel exhausted. Even still, he appreciated the break they'd been given. The majority of the day had been spent by the nearby crook, playing with his cards. Sometimes he'd throw them in just a way that the wind would carry them back to him. This wasn't often though, and he'd usually have to go get them. Throwing them into his hat was easy enough, and a simple pastime. The sun wasn't quite at its noon point yet, and if they'd be leaving under cover of night [which would make the most sense] he'd best sleep now, or at least rest. They were too different things, after all. Rest wasn't as efficient as sleep, but it was more careful. Sleep could make you groggy and clouded in the head, whereas rest simply restored your body for as long as you let it, but took significantly longer to achieve the same state of 'rest' that sleep brought in just a few house. He snuck into his tent and crossed his legs on the ground, meditating. The thoughts running through his mind cleared away and slowly but surely, he began to predict. The scenario of a mission they were on brought many possibilities, widened by the fact they didn't get to the scene of the crime within a day, meaning the bandits who had raided the caravan and kidnapped it could potentially have a three-day lead on them in getting away. A cave not too far away hid a group of rogues, but there was no guarantee that they would have the caravan. Things were never that simplistic anyway, there was a low chance they would have anything but an idea or a name of a bandit who DID know where the caravan was. That was potentially enough though. A good shinobi would be able to get all they needed just from a name. With the team composition they had, it was potentially going to be an easy mission. It was B-Ranked, though, which meant the bandits that kidnapped and hijacked the caravan weren't going to be the run-of-the-mill scum that farmers could take care of, it was going to be at least a bit of a challenge. Which was good, because Arechi wouldn't let them die, and it would let Ketsu gauge both of his teammates true skill. His eyes opened. How long had he been in his tent? How much time had passed? He felt rested enough, but was he truly? He stood and walked to the edge of his tent, zipping the door open and stepping out of it. The air was cooler now; they'd most likely be leaving soon. "Arechi-sensei, that flying device you use... your records didn't give it a name. Do you have one for it?" They still had some time before the group had to leave. At least during this time, he could potentially get to know his sensei better. Knowing someone raised your trust percentage by a maximum of fifty percent; while he already trusted her with his life, it would still be more helpful to trust her with personal things as well, should it come down to it. Right now, he just wanted to get to know his new sensei though. [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]WHAT WILL THE NEXT DAY BRING?[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]The Angel and the Gambler - Iron Maiden[/style]credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN

[Miku]

[STYLE= font: 60pt arial; letter-spacing: -4px; color: #eee; font-weight: bold; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 35px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #E31230, -1px 0px 0px #E31230;]Holdin' ON[/style][STYLE= font: 10pt arial narrow; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #070707; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 35px; line-height: 10px; margin-top: -30px;]I'M FALLING APART. BARELY BREATHING WITH A BROKEN HEART THAT'S STILL BLEEDING[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-top: 7px solid #eee; border-bottom: 7px solid #eee;, bTable; ][atrb=style, padding: -5px; height: 400px;][style=font: 10px Tahoma; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; width: 300px; color: #5E5E5E; margin-top:-10px; ]“Hiryō” She responds simply, watching Ketsu sit himself next to the fire. Miku observed her student in silence while she had the chance. Not much to look at physically. He was thin, wiry, and he lacked the definition of a matured adult. That was expected, of course. He was young and according to what he said, not much of a fighter. While Miku would try to not tamper with that too much, she still wanted to prepare him for combat at some point. Deciding to fight was not always an option, especially when one is a ninja. Her hand grasps onto a nearby branch, using it as a poker as she prods at the burning campfire. Sparks and embers rise into the air as she stares into the flames with a calm expression. The embers carry away into the wind, breaking up shortly afterward. “It used to be a kite. I made it myself, but back then, it was just a wooden frame with thin paper wings. In my district, we used to have kite fighting. I used it to fight other kites when I was about...six or seven. I wasn't in the academy then.” She sighs. “Childhood. Don't let it pass you by. Enjoy your genin years, it's the most amount of fun you'll have in your ninja career. Well, unless your luck is just as bad as mine. My year as a genin was hectic and dangerous, to say the least.” She scowls, as if she had a unpleasant taste in her mouth. Genin years for her were not fun. Her teammates, if they where here, would probably agree. Of course, her old squad was still in ANBU. Her two old teammates had been her squad members during those ANBU years, and thus far, she was the only one to have crawled out from the influence of her Captain slash Jonin Sensei. “Mind you, having me as a sensei might mess that up already.” [/style]

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[Ketsu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]DO YOU FEEL LUCKY?[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]OR DO YOU FEEL SCARED?[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]TAKE WHAT LUCK BRINGS[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]AND THE DEVIL MAY CARE[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646][/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]BUT YOU'RE DOWN ON YOUR LUCK[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 425px; overflow: auto;]"Hiryō." Her answer was simple, but so was his question. The name meant flying dragon, which was simple enough. He opened and closed his hand, and closed his eyes, watching as his hand began to slightly glow and from it, his Ryuukusari appeared. It went straight out at first and then spiraled up his arm and wrapped once around his neck, then moving towards Miku. It danced where it was for a few moments, hovering as he focused on her to see her reaction from the corner of his eye. Lightly he smiled, proud of his creation as she inspected him, sitting down next to her and holding his right hand out. She broke off a branch, poking at the embers of the fire to make sure it survived until they left and idling her time before she spoke again. "It used to be a kite. I made it myself, but back then, it was just a wooden frame with thin paper wings. In my district, we used to have kite fighting. I used it to fight other kites when I was about...six or seven. I wasn't in the academy then." She sighed, Ketsu only retracting Ryuukusari for now, spiralling more around his arm and tightening as his fist clenched to her next words, but not in a mood of anger. "Childhood. Don't let it pass you by. Enjoy your genin years, it's the most amount of fun you'll have in your ninja career. Well, unless your luck is just as bad as mine. My year as a genin was hectic and dangerous, to say the least." "Year" as a genin. That was a bit hard to get over, but he didn't mind it too much. A sensei who was as skilled as Miku Arechi was definitely worth being his sensei. He noticed that at the moment she didn't make any mention of her teammates, and made a safe bet that they were still members of the ANBU; afterall, her records didn't list off former teammate names, meaning they had to have joined the black operation as well. "Mind you, having me as a sensei might mess that up already." He only smiled even more slyly than before. "I don't mind it too much, Arechi-sensei. Having you as a sensei could prove to be a very helpful asset y'know? I look forward to working with you and seeing what we get as an outcome; this team composition... it's definitely balanced. You have both of our talents, but Hideaki has the brute strength while I have the brains; not to say either of us is lacking in the other category, but we're specialized in our respective." Ryuukusari uncoiled around his arm and slithered through the air to the fire, being made of metal and chakra, poking at it much like Arechi was with her stick. "Not to say I don't find you interesting in your own ways, Arechi-sensei." [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]WHAT WILL THE NEXT DAY BRING?[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]The Angel and the Gambler - Iron Maiden[/style]credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN

[Hideki Aoba]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=vAlign, top] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D8D8D8; width: 110px; height: 22px; margin-right: 10px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; border: 5px solid #43425D; margin-right: 10px; background-color: #43425D; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; border: 5px solid #D8D8D8; margin-right: 10px; background-color: #D8D8D8; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #43425D; width: 90px; height: 35px; margin-right: 10px; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; padding: 0px 0px 0px 20px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: left; letter-spacing: -2px;] NOTES ! [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D8D8D8; width: 100px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; margin-right: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; margin-top: 10px;] TAGS. you WORDS. #### LYRICS. Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones NOTES. blah blah blah ! [/style]

[STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: uppercase;]Trust me. I don't pick fights I can't win.[/style] [STYLE=float: right;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #D8D8D8; color: #43425D; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]Never Forget[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #blue; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]The travel to the Land of Rice was difficult to say the least. They got minimal rest to increase the amount of time they traveled. It was three sleepless days and nights as they took only an hour or so rest at a time before traveling again. Miku had no trouble with it as Hideki thought she would. She must be used to traveling such distances already. Ketsu fared as well as Hideki did from what he could observe. Ketsu was generally reserved about himself. Hideki didn't know if it was from shyness or lack of trusting. Whichever he felt that Ketsu would open up eventually so it didn't matter. For the past few hours Hideki had been in a deep sleep. He didn't care if Miku or Ketsu stayed up the whole time. She had said get some sleep so like hell he was gonna waste it. He had spent his time laying on his back sprawled out snoring lightly. He had been snoozing pretty hard. Even though it was a deep sleep his internal clock woke him up once the air started getting chilled. After a few irregular breathes Hideki rolled over as he slowly woke up. While Ketsu and Miku chatted Hideki was picking himself up and trying to get his bearings. Once he figured out he was in a tent and all was right with the world he got up and unzipped his tent. With a wave of his arm he got the flap open and crawled out into the evening air. Once he had relinquished himself from the tent he gave a large yawn and stretched. Blissfully unaware of Miku or Ketsu, Hideki walked around their campsite for a minute. He only wore a loose tanktop and his boxers, though his boxers nearly qualified for shorts themselves. He twisted and stretched his limbs as he woke up. He twisted and bent his back as well as pulled and pushing his arms. He worked on his legs as well bending his knees and turning his ankles. His final move was lifting his legs up and using a nearby tree to work his hip joint and thighs by raising his foot almost head level and pushing his leg against the tree. After he had finished his morning workout he turned around and walked over to the fire where he took a seat to gather some warmth. The night breeze was rather chilly and he lacked some major clothes currently. He stared at the fire for a few seconds before glazing over his teammates with heavy eyes. With a lazy smile he finally spoke up, "Having pleasant conversations?" [/style]

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[Ketsu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]DO YOU FEEL LUCKY?[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]OR DO YOU FEEL SCARED?[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]TAKE WHAT LUCK BRINGS[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]AND THE DEVIL MAY CARE[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646][/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]BUT YOU'RE DOWN ON YOUR LUCK[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 425px; overflow: auto;]It wasn't too long after Hideaki had come out of his tent that Ketsu paid attention to him. His actions dictated the exact reason Ketsu had avoided sleeping; he was groggy as shit. His actions were delayed by a least a half a second, and he could do nothing but yawn and stretch. His tank-top and boxers weren't a proper outfit for the area they were in and the time of night, but at the same time they at least blended in when compared to Ketsu's own white suit and vibrant red hair, both complimenting his liquid gold eyes. He sat down next to them, the Ryuukusari coiling over to him and wrapping around his arm to tap against his cheek, a sign of friendship or, if it were an actual snake, a sign of trust. Aoba could take it either way, it didn't matter much to Ketsu; trust and friendship went hand in hand as far as he was concerned. Ketsu smirked as he turned to face Hideki, just in tome for his lazy smile as he spoke. "Having pleasant conversations?" "Occasionally. Having pleasant dreams?" He smiled back to Hideaki, an innocent, childish smile on his face. [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]WHAT WILL THE NEXT DAY BRING?[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]The Angel and the Gambler - Iron Maiden[/style]credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN

[Hideki Aoba]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=vAlign, top] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D8D8D8; width: 110px; height: 22px; margin-right: 10px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; border: 5px solid #43425D; margin-right: 10px; background-color: #43425D; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; border: 5px solid #D8D8D8; margin-right: 10px; background-color: #D8D8D8; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #43425D; width: 90px; height: 35px; margin-right: 10px; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; padding: 0px 0px 0px 20px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: left; letter-spacing: -2px;] NOTES ! [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D8D8D8; width: 100px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; margin-right: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; margin-top: 10px;] TAGS. you WORDS. #### LYRICS. Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones NOTES. blah blah blah ! [/style]

[STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: uppercase;]Trust me. I don't pick fights I can't win.[/style] [STYLE=float: right;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #D8D8D8; color: #43425D; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]Never Forget[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #blue; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]Hideki was still out of it while sitting next to them. When the metal snake chain that Ketsu used rubbed his cheek Hideki started to giggle. His eyes were closed and he had a wide smile. He had an aura of happiness around him. You could almost see the light blue and yellow light coming from him and bubbles in the air as he smiled for the few seconds. Upon Ketsu asking his question, Hideki turned his attention toward the newly red haired member of their team. He had been perplexed by his appearance change the days before, but now he was used to it. He had to think about the question for a second and recall if he dreamed much while he had slept. Hideki thought about it and concluded he was too exhausted to have dreamed. "Yeah especially after I have a really good meal," Hideki said, "Speaking of food what's for breakfast? I'm starved." The blueish green haired shinobi rose from his seated position and made his way toward his tent where he grabbed his pack and skiddered back over. He shuffled through it until he found what he had been looking for. He grabbed an instrument from his pack and laid it lightly in the fire. He placed a few slabs of meat and some veggies in the skillet and let them sit for a bit. He used a metal rod from his pack to mess with the food as it cooked. All the while he was almost drooling while waiting. Hideki peeled himself away from the sizzling food and glanced at Ketsu. Hideki appeared to be deep in thought for a moment before popping a question. "So Ketsu, why'd you become a shinobi? What's your dream or what gets you out of bed in the morning?" The two might find Hideki's rather deep question odd for someone who was just groggily drooling over breakfast. [/style]

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[Ketsu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]DO YOU FEEL LUCKY?[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]OR DO YOU FEEL SCARED?[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]TAKE WHAT LUCK BRINGS[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]AND THE DEVIL MAY CARE[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646][/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]BUT YOU'RE DOWN ON YOUR LUCK[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 425px; overflow: auto;]He seemed to think about his answer for a moment, which was both a good and bad thing. Ketsu sometimes preferred answers to be instant because they revealed more [and could be more trusted], but at the same time a thought-out answer was worth more if it was true. He retracted Ryuukusari as Hideki spoke again and got up. "Yeah especially after I have a really good meal... speaking of food what's for breakfast? I'm starved." 'Starved' was a bit eccentric, but his point was made. He went over to his pack and then came back, having grabbed a cooking utensil and placed it over the slim excuse for a fire they had. Ketsu smirked as he held out his left hand and activated the common 'burning glove' jutsu, touching the dying fire in placed as it re-ignited, and then pulled his hand back and deactivated it. Hideki placed slabs of meat on the skillet and started cooking them, almost drooling. Ketsu smirked, closing his eyes; Hideki was a good warrior, but apparently was very... focus-minded. He wanted food, it was all he saw right now. Eventually he tore himself away from the sizzling meat [which Ketsu had to admit, it did smell good] and asked Ketsu another question. "So Ketsu, why'd you become a shinobi? What's your dream or what gets you out of bed in the morning?" Again, Ketsu smirked before answering, stifling a laugh. "To be honest Hideki-san, it's all I've ever known. Both of my parents were shinobi, although neither ever achieved Jōnin status, and they kinda forced me and my older sister into the job. She, uh... well, I'm just trying to make them all proud I guess." He looked into Ryuukusari for a moment, it's steely eyes reminding him to stay strong for the fact she couldn't. After all, he could quit at any point, but he couldn't at the same time; he had to get the money to get his sister the operation she needed to survive, and being a shinobi was the only way to guarantee doing it. She had a few years on her still, but all he could do for now was make sure she was happy. After all, his parents didn't care. They already thought she was dead. Ketsu was the only family she had who knew she was alive, at her request. He also wasn't supposed to be trying to get her the operation, but she wouldn't be able to argue with him on that; he was doing it. He had to do it. She was the reason he was still alive. He was the reason she was in the hospital. "But what about you, Hideki-san? What are you in the forces for?" His innocent and gleeful smile made it impossible to know what he was really thinking about, and instead made it seem like he was honestly happy and carefree. [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]WHAT WILL THE NEXT DAY BRING?[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]The Angel and the Gambler - Iron Maiden[/style]credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN

[Hideki Aoba]

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[STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: uppercase;]Trust me. I don't pick fights I can't win.[/style] [STYLE=float: right;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #D8D8D8; color: #43425D; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]Never Forget[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #blue; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]Hideki smiled as Ketsu revealed a bit about himself. He came from a shinobi family so it was only natural that he joined as well. He noted that his parents weren't too high ranking so they probably got to stay in the village most of the time. Ketsu stumbled a little when he brought up his sister, probably a sore subject of some kind. It seemed he was the victim of his family, but hopefully it wasn't too hard on him. Hideki wasn't too surprised when Ketsu turned the question around onto him. Of course he would want to know more about Hideki while he was asking personal questions. He used the metal rod to poke the food that was cooking, trying to get it to flip over. It was giving him some difficulty. "I guess you could say I was drafted in," Hideki said, "Being an immigrant can be be suffering." He finally managed to get one slab of meat to flip and now he was rolling the veggies around with much more ease. The two pieces of protein were going to be a challenge. "I got a sister I'm doing this for, or something like that. She hates that I'm a shinobi. If it wasn't necessary to stay in Noko I probably wouldn't do it," Hideki said. Satisfied with his work he turned his gaze back toward Ketsu, "My sister is two years younger than me, but we have a good relationship. Are you on good terms with your sister?" [/style]

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[Ketsu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]DO YOU FEEL LUCKY?[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]OR DO YOU FEEL SCARED?[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]TAKE WHAT LUCK BRINGS[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]AND THE DEVIL MAY CARE[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646][/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]BUT YOU'RE DOWN ON YOUR LUCK[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 425px; overflow: auto;]Hideki's struggle with the meat was almost comical, Ketsu signalling to Ryuukusari as it bit down on the other one and spun its head around, flipping the mead for his comrade. It did the same for the other one as well, making all three flipped. The Ryuukusari pressed its face up against Hideki's cheek again, the metal not too cold or hot as Ketsu listened to him talk. "I guess you could say I was drafted in; being an immigrant can be be suffering." An immigrant? "I got a sister I'm doing this for, or something like that. She hates that I'm a shinobi. If it wasn't necessary to stay in Noko I probably wouldn't do it." He smirked again. "Yeah, I know that feeling." "My sister is two years younger than me, but we have a good relationship. Are you on good terms with your sister?" His gaze didn't skip a beat as he smiled. "As good as I can be." Ryuukusari shot straight into the air, spiraling around itself as it came downward, only having extended half its total length, wrapping back around Ketsu as it came towards him, and then slowly resealing itself onto his arm. He opened and closed the fist when Ryuukusari was back within him, looking back over to Hideki. "So tell me about your old teams. How many were you in, and which was the worst? Funny stories preferrably." [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]WHAT WILL THE NEXT DAY BRING?[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]The Angel and the Gambler - Iron Maiden[/style]credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN

[Hideki Aoba]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=vAlign, top] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D8D8D8; width: 110px; height: 22px; margin-right: 10px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; border: 5px solid #43425D; margin-right: 10px; background-color: #43425D; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; border: 5px solid #D8D8D8; margin-right: 10px; background-color: #D8D8D8; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #43425D; width: 90px; height: 35px; margin-right: 10px; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; padding: 0px 0px 0px 20px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: left; letter-spacing: -2px;] NOTES ! [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D8D8D8; width: 100px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; margin-right: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; margin-top: 10px;] TAGS. you WORDS. #### LYRICS. Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones NOTES. blah blah blah ! [/style]

[STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: uppercase;]Trust me. I don't pick fights I can't win.[/style] [STYLE=float: right;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #D8D8D8; color: #43425D; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]Never Forget[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #blue; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]Hideki had forgotten that his sensei and teammate knew that he was apart of two teams before this. Sometimes he forgot himself. He always had to think what was his second team. Due to the very short time he was apart of one team he never really thought about it. "I always forget about my first team. There were four of us like a standard genin squad. There was one girl who had some experience and another boy who was fresh from the academy. Our sensei was recently promoted special jounin. She only held one meeting before disappearing on us. Our squad was dismissed after that." Hideki took a breath before continuing his chat, "My second team was lead by Harusame-sensei. He was a full-fledged jounin and he lead a three man squad similar to this one. There was one other boy on the squad who was fresh out of the academy. Harusame-sensei found my potential and pushed me to achieve it. My teammate was always rude to me though, he didn't like me at all. Harusame-sensei always did one on one training with us unless we were on a mission. He's the person who taught me how to wield a spear. I tried to be lazy on his squad, but he didn't let me get away with that." Hideki chuckled, "I guess I won't be catching a break on this squad either." Hideki directed that comment toward Miku. "My sister, Miyako, was the one who actually found my spear though. She named it "Regenleif" and said she took it by a Shinto temple to get it blessed for me." Hideki glanced at Ketsu's hand, "That's an interesting piece of equipment you got by the way Ketsu. I hope I don't offend by calling it equipment. I don't know how sentient your snake chain may be. How did you come across that?" [/style]

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[Ketsu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]DO YOU FEEL LUCKY?[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]OR DO YOU FEEL SCARED?[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]TAKE WHAT LUCK BRINGS[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]AND THE DEVIL MAY CARE[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646][/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]BUT YOU'RE DOWN ON YOUR LUCK[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 425px; overflow: auto;]Ketsu listened to Hideki's words, imagining what his old teammates looked like while he spoke about them. "I always forget about my first team. There were four of us like a standard genin squad. There was one girl who had some experience and another boy who was fresh from the academy. Our sensei was recently promoted special jounin. She only held one meeting before disappearing on us. Our squad was dismissed after that. My second team was lead by Harusame-sensei. He was a full-fledged jounin and he lead a three man squad similar to this one. There was one other boy on the squad who was fresh out of the academy. Harusame-sensei found my potential and pushed me to achieve it. My teammate was always rude to me though, he didn't like me at all. Harusame-sensei always did one on one training with us unless we were on a mission. He's the person who taught me how to wield a spear. I tried to be lazy on his squad, but he didn't let me get away with that." Miku wouldn't be giving him much of a break either. "I guess I won't be catching a break on this squad either. My sister, Miyako, was the one who actually found my spear though. She named it "Regenleif" and said she took it by a Shinto temple to get it blessed for me." He changed the subject to his spear, which was apparently named Regenleif. Interesting name; broken down, it was 'Regen' and 'leif' which were both terms for healing. Maybe his sister simply wanted to make sure he would stay safe? Being blessed by monks at the Shinto temples made it that much safer, which is probably all she would want for him. Miyako was a good person. Thinking about Hideki's spear made him want to see Ryuukusari again; that, and it was time to flip the meat. "That's an interesting piece of equipment you got by the way Ketsu. I hope I don't offend by calling it equipment. I don't know how sentient your snake chain may be. How did you come across that?" He blinked, looking at Hideki. No one had ever made a comment about Ryuukusari, making it slightly awkward that Hideki actually had. He released the snake again, it coiling up around his arm and then over to the meat as Ketsu seemed to think. It flipped all three of the slabs over and shuffled the vegetables, nodding to Hideki before coiling around Ketsu's neck as he spoke. "Ano... [Um...] To be honest... I don't remember. I've had him as long as I can remember, tattooed on my arm. One day in the academy I tried to learn a handsign for unsealing basic seals, and he appeared. Didn't take me long to figure out how to control him. He's not too fast in comparison to others, about the same as me, but I can surge lightning through him to make him harder to hit and significantly faster." Ryuukusari seemed to dance in the air, staring at Miku. She hadn't spoken in awhile... was she going to join their conversation anytime soon? [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]WHAT WILL THE NEXT DAY BRING?[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]The Angel and the Gambler - Iron Maiden[/style]credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN

[Miku]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-top: 7px solid #eee; border-bottom: 7px solid #eee;, bTable; ][atrb=style, padding: -5px; height: 400px;][style=font: 10px Tahoma; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; width: 300px; color: #5E5E5E; margin-top:-10px; ]Miku merely remained quiet, watching the interaction between the two in silence. It was good to see them getting along. Usually, two boys on a squad had a habit of becoming rivals. While Miku didn't mind it, she would like it better if the two genin became close friends. Less conflict and competition tended to go smoothly, it would enforce good team work as well. She rested her head in the palm of her hand, poking at the fire still. When she smelled the food that Hideaki was cooking, she removed an apple from her pouch and munched on that silently. She payed attention to the conversation, but she was also doing a lot of thinking to match. Her fingers drummed against her leg, and she cast a side glance towards the sky. It wasn't dark enough yet. They still had another hour or so before it would be optimal time to leave. She turned her head back to the group, realizing there had been several minutes of silence. She blinked, tossing the apple core into some bush. “Sorry for the lack of input. I have a few things on my mind.” She responds, excusing herself from her silence earlier. “This is the first mission we'll have as a squad. I need to make sure everything will go smoothly.”

[/b] She coughs into a closed fist. “Anyways, after this mission, I think we may head deeper into the Rice Country. Do some training while we're out here. My previous sensei brought my squad out here quite a bit, both during my genin year and my time in ANBU. I want both of you to be the best genin Noko has to offer.”

“Besides that, since you two have got to know each other, any questions for me? I know it's hard to get used to having a new sensei.”[/style][/td][td][atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;][style= width: 100px; opacity: 0.9; ][STYLE=background-image: url('http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k519/PokeSparks/Wat-1.png'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #eee;][/style]
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[Hideki Aoba]

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[STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: uppercase;]Trust me. I don't pick fights I can't win.[/style] [STYLE=float: right;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #D8D8D8; color: #43425D; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]Never Forget[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #blue; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]Hideki was satisfied with Ketsu's story. Apparently his snake chain had been a part of his life a long time and was placed on his arm long sometime while he was young. It was a good story though it was short on information. Hideki bet that Ketsu probably didn't know much of the weapon's origins as well. Before anymore could be said between them, and Ketsu turning to Miku, their sensei broke the conversation. She brought up a bit about their mission and some training they planned to do here while we were here. Apparently it was something Miku had done during her youth as well. Certainly it wouldn't hurt. Immediately after Miku brought up asking her any questions that we may have. Hideki jumped right on the opportunity, "Oh oh Miku, tell me how you got and learned how to use your dual-headed spear weapon. I've been insanely curious, but I didn't want to bring it up." [/style]

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[Miku]

[STYLE= font: 60pt arial; letter-spacing: -4px; color: #eee; font-weight: bold; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 35px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #E31230, -1px 0px 0px #E31230;]Holdin' ON[/style][STYLE= font: 10pt arial narrow; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #070707; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 35px; line-height: 10px; margin-top: -30px;]I'M FALLING APART. BARELY BREATHING WITH A BROKEN HEART THAT'S STILL BLEEDING[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-top: 7px solid #eee; border-bottom: 7px solid #eee;, bTable; ][atrb=style, padding: -5px; height: 400px;][style=font: 10px Tahoma; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; width: 300px; color: #5E5E5E; margin-top:-10px; ]At the mention of her voulge, Miku removes the bladed weapon from it's strap on her back. The blades reflect the light from the roaring fire, making it's black steel seem even more intense. Setting the large weapon on her lap, she traces one finger across it's golden carvings. “Voulge is the correct term, but I suppose it is a sub category of spear.”

[/b] She shifts her position, getting more comfy on the hard ground beneath her.

“I received this during my genin years, shortly after I graduated. Back then, it didn't have a name, nor was it as decorated as it is now.”[/b] She hums, as if thinking back to the old days. “It would have been my father's, but my grandfather held onto it. So it skipped straight to me.”[/b] Of course, her father had been a fan of smaller weapons anyways, but that didn't stop him from being a bit peeved about her getting it. She silently musses that he had wanted it so he could have hung it up on a wall for decoration. “I didn't enjoy the style that was taught for using such a weapon, so, I'd say shortly after joining ANBU, I began to create a new method for fighting with it. Something much smoother and fast paced, of course, it needed to change in appearance. I found a blacksmith out north, close to Furogakure who was able to modify the weapon. After that, I was given the honor of re-naming it.”[/b]

“My family always had the habit of naming their weapons, but the name would stay forever. It could only change if the purpose of the weapon was modified. This voulge has been in my family for two hundred years, and I was the only one who dared to truly make it theirs.”[/b] She shrugs, the reaction from everyone still freshly imprinted in her mind. It had been humors, to say the least. That had probably been the boldest action she had ever taken against her family, but it was accepted.

“They usually don't approve of changing names, but I proved that the weapon was completely mine. That pretty much means that no other family member could try to claim it back or restore it to it's old state. Now, only my direct descendants can make a claim to it.”[/b] Mind you, kids wouldn't be around for a hell of a long time. She MAY have been pressured and pushed into the shinobi career, but marriage was something completely different.

Her eyes suddenly dart toward the sky, and she stands to her feet, frowning. “Huh. Looks like I'll be able to tell more stories later. We need to continue with our mission. I hope both of you are well rested, because I need both of you at your best for this.” She slips her voulge back beneath it's strap. She doesn't reach for her flight device. Now was not the time for such a thing. She needed to revert to old ANBU protocol for this.

“Everyone needs to follow behind me, and I need both of you to never stray out of arms length from each other. You need to defend not only yourselves, but your teammate as well. I'm not bring back any dead bodies to awaiting families.” Her eyes seem distant at that statement, but probably because she had seen it done many times before. She seems to get into a small crouch, and takes off at average speeds to their first raiding location. Hopefully, they would be able to find the needed information here. [/style][/td][td][atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;][style= width: 100px; opacity: 0.9; ][STYLE=background-image: url('http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k519/PokeSparks/Wat-1.png'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #eee;][/style]
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